Rose on Fire

Chapter 74

(Peeta POV)
I look at Katniss sleeping next to me, today she's been acting weird today. I  carefully get out of bed not waking her, and wall to the control room, Paylor is there looking over paper work. "Hello Peeta, is there anything I can do for you this evening?" "Yes, I was wondering if it is possible for you to allow me access to the lower rooms of thirteen," I say. "Absolutely, I was down there a few weeks ago and I found a room you may enjoy," she says happily. "I could use a break myself, would you mind if I joined you," she asks. "I'd love company," I say. "She get out of her seat, "This way," she says waving me out of the control room and near the main doors. She has one of the security guards open it just a crack so we can get out, the door is surprisingly quiet. We go down a few flights of stairs silently before reaching a hallway. She opens the door to one room, "This is the art room, if you need me I'll be in the music room, which is the last door at the end on the hall to the right. She says before walking away. I open the door into the art room to see a large room, the walls filled with paintings, the room is probably 50 feet by 30 feet, and the walls are probably 20 feet high. I look at a little sign on the wall that says, "All paintings by Picasso, Van Gogh, and Dali". I look at the signatures on some of the paintings and find out who has done what, and their style of painting. I like how Dali is so imaginative about his work, the paintings coming seamlessly together  with amazing detail, and depth behind them, some creating optical illusions. Picasso's paintings are colorful, some simple with a magnificent beauty, others full of imagination. Picasso's paintings are detailed mostly dark with pronounced brush strokes. I look around in awe of the amazing work and history. I look around and find Dali's work my favorite, each painting filled with surrealism, things that the common artist would find unimaginable. Dali has a few paintings with clocks draped over things appearing as though they are melted. I feel so disconnected from the real world, like this is the only thing that exists.